Do you know that angels can be shocked and appalled?
What’s so jarring to them? What traumatizes the seraphim? When they see God’s children seeking to slake their thirst with the rancid waters of this world instead of Christ.
Be appalled, O heavens [angels], at this;
be shocked, be utterly desolate,
declares the Lord,
for my people have committed two evils:
they have forsaken me,
the fountain of living waters,
and hewed out cisterns for themselves,
broken cisterns that can hold no water. JE 2.12-13
It staggers the angels when I take more joy in reading a novel than God’s Word. When I crave man’s approval more than Christ’s. When I think any person or thing can fulfill me. When I live for empty success and hollow possessions.
Why is it so jolting to the angels when they see us looking to the creation for satisfaction? Because they dwell in God’s glory day and night. Continually standing in awe, drinking from the fountain of living waters. Continually delighting. They know there’s nothing more rapturous than Jesus.
So when they see God’s children turn from the fountain of delights to slurp from muddy puddles, they’re appalled. Shocked. Utterly desolate.
This hints at the Treasure Jesus is. He is beauty itself. He exudes life, pleasure and joy. He’s the fountain of soul-reviving, life-giving, thirst-quenching waters. Someday we’ll gaze full on the face the seraphim must shield their faces from. Then we’ll understand why the angels are so devastated to see us seeking pleasure in the gutters of the world.
C.S. Lewis says it well:
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
In his lavish grace, God has loaded the world with pleasures and delights. He gives us all things richly to enjoy. But compared to Jesus, the Treasure of treasures, all this world’s pleasures are mud pies. Let’s not appall the angels. Let’s run hard after Christ. Let’s drink deep from the Fountain of Living Waters.
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